...was the day we lost my mom. This last Saturday was the day my kids had their dance photos taken, and my mom NEVER missed a recital. She loved to watch my girls dance, she'd even attend a class or two during the year so she could watch them. Last year my kids weren't able to attend picture day at the studio because it was the last day my mom was alive (although I didn't know it that day - all we knew was she was really sick and that they couldn't do anything else to save her), so Husband and I were at the hospital most of the day.
I thought a lot about her on Saturday while doing the girls' hair and makeup, getting them dressed, watching them preen in front of the mirrors.
When we got home from the studio I snapped off a couple of pictures since they looked so cute. (My DD1 completely has my mother's smile!)
I miss you, mom.